Am I getting closed to finished Fated Games? Yes, yes I am. Here’s a snippet…
You matter to me,” I said again, lifting to my tiptoes, letting the words touch his skin this time. “I wasn’t leaving that place without you. Not because I’m noble—not because I’m brave—but because you matter.”
I pressed a finger into his hip bones. His breath hitched.
“When I ask what you feel, I want you to tell me what your body does. Not the thoughts you don’t understand yet. Tell me your heartbeat, your hands, your breath. And when something bothers you? Tell me your thoughts—I’ll understand them for you.”
His shoulders dropped—not gracefully, but like the weight he carried finally slipped. Like the simple offer to understand him hit harder than any punch he’d ever taken. Like he wasn’t built for this kind of honesty, didn’t know where to put it, didn’t know how to stand upright when someone actually saw him.
For a breath, he looked wrecked.
Open.
Almost like he wanted to hide his face against my throat just to survive the feeling.
“What do I say,” he murmured, voice low and raw, “when people ask who I am?”
My breath stilled. “What do you want to say?”
He didn’t blink. Didn’t look away.
“I want to say that I’m yours.”
